#and i think their hair gets more white as they grow

[a1ecmcdowell]

all the times mechanic!dean was humbled by bimbo!reader - 18+

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dean was convinced, a lot of the time, that not a single coherent thought existed in the white noise of your brain, just accepting that you were one of those girls with a pretty face to her legacy. it wasn't a bad thing. he'd never admit it, but seeing your face light up when he explained something to you was one of his favorite looks on you - the glimmering wide eyes, the o-shaped part of your glossy lips as the pieces clicked into place.

other times, he was floored by the capacity of that pretty little head and the information it held. completely floored. you never said anything with malice either, or chastised him for not thinking in the same way that you did. just stated the things like fact, typing away on your pretty pink iphone with your pretty pink manicured nails, not even looking up to see that you'd taken his breath away.

there were a lot more of these instances than he cared to admit. he was a proud, prideful kind of guy, often convinced that it was his way or the highway.

until you came around.

he'd started a list on his phone, of some of those times, cementing them into a vault of your history. maybe he'd show it to you on your wedding or something cheesy like that, that he knew you would love. or maybe he'd keep it to himself, as to not humble himself further.

when you'd called a car's failing engine a "tummy ache", and that was how he figured out that the cause was the owner putting in the wrong gas.

the first time you talked him into trying on your panties, and he'd tried to deny it heavily, and you'd said, "it's just clothes." and it was so simple but he'd never thought of it like that. like holy shit, yeah, it's just clothes.

when you'd tried to hook up with him at his work, in the backseat of his car no less, and dean desperately tried to keep some semblance of professionalism at his job, and you were like "who's gonna see? no one comes here." and he proceeded to fuck you into the leather with, you guessed it; not a single customer to see the fogged windows and the rattling frame.

you got him to start saying things are cunty and that's not even the humbling part. the fact that he could not fucking stop himself from calling everything cunty when you were around was.

when you'd called the stars "little suns" and now every time he looks at the night sky, he can't help but think if you're looking at the little suns too.

he'd been staying late trying to finish a car and you'd gotten upset and told him "who's gonna need their car this late?" and yeah. who the hell was? he made it home in five minutes and made up for his time away.

he told you that one day he'd take you to meet his family and you called them the witch burners with the straightest face he'd ever seen. yeah. they did do that sometimes. but don't say that to their face.

sometimes his old habits would kick in and he'd start doing everything for you, like he did growing up with sammy, and you remind him every time that you were his baby but not his baby.

he joked that you were baby vers. 2, and you'd said, "you can't call everything you park yourself in baby." he started calling you princess immediately after.

he'd grabbed your hair once when you were bent over during sex and you whirled around so fast he honestly thought you were going to kill him. like there was more fear in his eyes then than there was in some of the hunts he did before he retired.

when you insisted in front of his coworkers that, no, you did not want to drive your car if he was there to tote you around already. like, fuck him, honestly, for not assuming you would want to be chauffeured. he was still living that shit down.

"no, dean, i'm not blowing you right now, this is a chanel lip gloss." right. because he was supposed to know what that meant. "i am not wiping chanel off with a paper towel, dean." tell chanel to get off her fucking high horse, thanks!

he tried to be romantic once and put his hand on your thigh while driving and you glanced down with a pout and said, "your filthy oil hands :(" with that exact sad face. he didn't know how else to convey the utter devastation in his typed list without the fucking emoticon. you'd have thought he ran over your baby or something.

notes, guys ... i fear they are rent free rn. something ab grumpy/sunshine in any form is going to do it for me every time.

tags ( if some of these dont work im gonna run up and down the street butt naked on god ) @titsout4nicholas @deans-yn @dipperscavern @devoursweetly @jasvtsc @panickedbitch @t3l3vangelism @jensenacklesfan69 @manicjk @mkendlic @hischrrypie @deanswidow @figthoughts

[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvsJJK :: he gave me the ICK .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ (18+) ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

desc ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ you meet up with your bestie for some advice and a debrief over the wack men you've dealt with... // wc 1.3K // week 1 - g. satoru

cw // crack, cunnílingus, freaky frog gojo, backshots, little plot, deeply unserious, lower case intended, story told in the form of a conversation

“so, your telling me he was checking himself out whilst he was fucking you?”

you drained the rest off your glass as you signalled for a refill.

…

you had met gojo at your job, the white haired man shamelessly flirting as you scanned his large array of designer shirts. working at a luxury shop was certainly demanding but it definitely had its perks - one of which was meeting fine ass rich men.

you weren’t exactly sure that gojo was straight when you first saw him; his stark white hair clearly meticulously dyed and styled, lips lightly glossed. slim frame and tapered waist was essentially the outfit, clothes seemingly tailor-made for him.

it was only when he opened your mouth that you realised he was not just interested in men, sparkling blue eyes lingering on your full lips as you smiled back at his compliment.

“you’re too beautiful to be working here” he grinned, a hand going to brush through his hair. if it had been any other day, you would have just thank-you’d and been on your way. but it was a few weeks after you had your last period, a quick look at your tracker that morning letting you know that you may feel… “frisky”.

and as your eyes met his low gaze, you could definitely say that you felt a little….. frisky.

so that’s why you left your number on inside of his bag as he left the shop, thighs rubbing together as you thought about getting a peek at what was underneath that silk shirt.

…

“wait, wait, wait” your friend interrupted “you thought he was gay and you still gave him your number?”

“bitch if you saw him…” your eyes slid shut as you thought back to his beautiful face. “he was fucking stunning, okay…”

…

the two of you had messaged over the next few weeks, getting to know each other more (and getting a good look as what was underneath). a date had been arranged; friday night at an italian restaurant that was definitely outside of your price range. you put on your most expensive pair of heels with your most form-fitting black dress.

you looked good enough to eat…

and eaten you were, manicured hands threaded deeply into gojo’s thick bleached hair as he sloppily made out with your cunt, tongue swirling and sucking around your clit.

dinner had gone smoothy, gojo’s smooth talk diffusing any awkwardness or tension. as much as a flirt he was, that evening showed you a less exhibitionist, arrogant side which you were really growing to enjoy.

it was that smooth talk which had gotten you from the restaurant to his penthouse... and then to his bedroom, the large mirror panel on his walk-in closet being what first caught your attention.

“call me satoru” he whispered as he kissed down your neck to your collarbones, slender hands dragging down the straps of your dress at a teasingly slow pace. you were sat in front of the mirror, gaze trailing up to make eye contact…. only to find satoru staring right back at himself, suit pants getting tight around the crotch as he pulled down your dress.

…

“so he was getting hard by looking at himself? is that not like… selfcest or something?”

you spluttered on the deep-bodied merlot you had been chugging. “you’re getting too psychological about this” you murmured, wiping down the wine you spat out, “i think he’s just a freaky ass guy”

…

in the moment you had just brushed this off, your own arousal in the situation making you more agreeable to his lack of interest in actually engaging with you but instead with his own reflection. once he’d fully undressed you, he laid you down with your head at the foot of the bed making sure to position you in a way that he could still see himself in the mirror.

and even though the way he was swirling his tongue all over your throbbing clit and swollen folds was making your toes curl up, every time you went to look at him he was staring right into his reflection - bright eyes darkening slightly at the sight of his head trapped between your plush thighs, your legs loosely wrapped around his neck.

“satoru, ‘m close- gonna” you groaned, soft moans slipping out at he kissed all down your glistening pussy.

without skipping a beat, satoru moved back - hands securing wrapping around waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees. you could see him stroking his achingly hard cock through the mirror, flushed pink tip drooling with pre-cum.

you heard him let out a low groan as you deepened your arch, his hand digging into the side of your waist as he tried to keep himself grounded as he pressed into the tight ring of muscle. you both let out a low groan as he bottomed out, his hands reaching down your spine to push you further into a deeper arch.

at first, his pace was slow and controlled - his tight grip on your hips almost bruising as he buried himself deep into your cunt. you felt impossibly full, soft pants slipping from your lips as satoru nearly fucked you through the mattress.

you were so close to finishing, breath becoming stilted and abrupt as your walls spasmed around the dense girth of satoru’s cock; your whole body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. you could tell satoru was close as well, his formerly controlled strokes getting sloppier and sloppier as he slammed into your spongey walls.

“y-your about to…cum, aren’t you?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, your brain instantly forgetting all words in the english language as you let out a drawn out mewl in response.

all it took was a small grind of his hips to get you to finish, falling head first into the mind-numbing pleasure of release as you gushed out all over the sheets.

using the little energy you had left, you forced your eyes back up to the mirror in a dazed state as you watched satoru pull out, his cock glistening with your release. he moved round to the foot of the bed to stand in front of the mirror, his long slender fingers wrapping tight around his base dragging his hand up to the tip.

with one last stroke, he came with a loud grunt, thick ropes of cum splattering all over his reflection.

you blinked twice, hard.

did you actually see that correctly? did he just come… on himself?

he looked back down at you, making eye contact through the mirror with a grin.

…

“i just felt like that was too far for me” you toyed with your empty glass as you looked back up at your friend, “so... what do you think?”

a/n : baby im back!!!!!!! ive missed writing sm omggg but school has been so busy for no reason 😩 hope this concept tickles ur pickle - i thought it was kinda fun but lmk what you think (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[faghubby]

More, please

I laid on my back my feet on her shoulders as she fucked me with her huge 8 inch strapon. Jen had become a pro at fucking my ass. As she pounded away driving her 8 inch fake cock in and out of my ass with such force I kept banging my head on the headboard.

"Yes, oh god yes fuck me" I cried out.

"You are such a horny little slut" Jen hissed driving deep and holding it there. She paused as she shoved a penis shaped gag into my mouth. "Maybe this will keep you quiet" she laughed and fucked me some more.

Jen had been abusing my ass for months now. It started with me asking her to try anal. She informed me only if I did first. I loved the idea. Having been a closet crossdresser since I was 12. I pretended to be hesitate. I was a bit never having more then my own fingers in my ass. Jen didn't think I was serious. But I set it all up. I bought her a strapon, shaved and dressed in sexy lingerie. As if it was all a big. Joke. When she came home she didn't laugh. Instead took me to bed and fucked me with her new toy. After she was very serious and we had a long conversation about if I was gay, where do we go from here.

Jen figured it all out rather quick. I found myself getting fucked daily. Always wearing lingerie. Jen immediately bought me my own lingerie and many more toys.

"Baby you are my lesbian lover" she would tell me. It had been a month when she suggested I start only wearing panties. It had also been a month since I had fucked her. Only being allowed to preform oral on her.

"I was wondering baby, how you play with yourself?" Jen asked one day while coming up behind me, rubbing my nipples.

"I well you know" I said hesitately

"No I don't, I saw you where looking at those horrible flashlight things on your computer" Jen teased. "Pretty sissy girls like you should just rub yourself" her hand slid down my panties and she used two fingers to rub me thru my satin panties. "Like this" she giggled in my ear.

I moaned and quickly came in my panties. She pulled out her hand and stuck her fingers in my mouth.

"Like that?" She teased as I tasted my own cum on her fingers. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. On the bed she had laid out a whole outfit.

"Get dressed" she told me. As she sat and watched me strip down. There was a bright pink thong and bra set. With lots of lace. Followed by a very short tight skirt. That rode up to show my panties whenever I moved and a tight white belly shirt that you could easily see my bra thru. To top it off she produced a pair of high heal shoes in my size. She pulled out her strapon and had me help her tighten the straps over her clothes.

"I want you to learn to suck cock baby" Jen told me. I had never worn more then panties and a nightie a few times and now. I was dressed like a slut as Jen pushed me down to my knees. I looked up at her she smiled and guided her cock into my mouth.

"Go slow, kiss it" she told me. "That's it now suck on the big mushroom head" she encouraged. For the next 30 minutes I slobbered all over her cock. As she told me how sweet I was and ran her fingers thru my hair.

"You are going to grow this out" she informed me. "And start shaving off all your body hair for me" when she let me stop sucking her cock my jaw hurt.

"Leave this outfit on, it suits you" Jen said kissing me.

I stumbled around in the 3 inch stilettos for the rest of the day. My feet and legs where killing me. But she frowned when I kicked them off when I sat down next to her. She pulled my skirt up.

"Show me how you are going to play with yourself from now on" Jen teased cuddling against me. I started to rub myself. Jen rubbed my nipples thru my bra.

"You like sucking cock and getting fucked up the ass don't you baby?" Jen teased as she nibbled on my ear. I didn't answer but kept rubbing myself harder.

"What if I found us a real cock to play with?" Jen whispered just as I came in my panties again. She had me stand and take them off right in the living room. Then sit back down next to her.

"Lick up all that nasty cum and I will lick up the rest" Jen told me pushing my panties into my mouth as she lowered her head and licked my soft dick and balls. She checked to make sure I was sucking all my sperm out of the panties before she continued. She stopped as soon as I started to get hard again.

"Go take a nice hot bath and get rid of the rest of this manly hair" Jen told me. As she got up and went outside. I did as she said. I wasn't sure about shaving my pits and legs but did it anyway. It took awhile and I thought about what was happening and what Jen had said. Is this what I wanted? Was I gay, or maybe bi? When I got out of the tub I found Jen had laid out clothes for me again. Again a thong and bra. With a pair of white shorts. Much tighter then anything I would of worn. They also seemed to sit low. Exposing the waist band of my panties. I tried to tuck in. And a polo shirt in pink. Some no show socks. And my sneakers. With a note COME HELP ME IN THE YARD

I stood at the back door scared to go outside. What if someone noticed my shaved legs? But Jen saw me and waved me out. She was bent over weeding her flower garden. I slowly made my way out to her. I was rock hard in my tight shorts. It was so exciting and terrifying to be exposed. Jen looked up and laughed noticing the bulge in my shorts. She had me help her weed. I had not thought about my thong showing until. Mr Longmere appeared by the fence.

"Beautiful day" he called out I panicked and wanted to hide. Jen laughed and took my hand and led me over to say hello. Mr longmere looked at me a bit odd, but said nothing.

"Good afternoon" Jen said kissing him on the cheek. Mr longmere was in his 60s his name was George but no one in the neighborhood called him that. "Paulie here is rediscovering himself" Jen laughed and smacked my ass.

"Is that what he is doing? I thought he was finally telling everyone he is a fairy" Mr Longmere laughed. He reached out and cupped my face.

"Is that right? Are you a little fairy?" He teased. I blushed and wanted to hide. As Jen told him how I had my first cock sucking practice today. I was harder then I had ever been as Jen held my hand tight not letting me squirm away. Mr longmere laughed and went back to his yard work and Jen led me inside.

"Someone needs to masterbate again!" She laughed as I squeezed out of my shorts but grabbed my dick and started to jerk off.

"Stop that!" Jen scolded as she smacked my hand away. "You are awful excited by being exposed. I guess I should expose you alot more" she told me as she once again put on her cock.

"You know what to do?" She smiled I dropped to my knees and sucked her cock. She produced a thick plug.

"Sit on this while you suck my cock bitch" she ordered I quickly lubed it and slid it into my ass. And went back to sucking her toy. For the next month every weekend she would dress me up and expose me to someone. Mr longmere even saw me in a short flower print sun dress. All while she had me suck her cock more and more. Within a few weeks I could take a few inches down my throat by the end of the month Jen could throat fuck me. Only Mr Longmere knew who I was everyone else I was exposed to was a stranger. Jen also had me wearing not only panties but bras under my boy clothes.

"Paulie, I need to tell you something" Jen smiled as she walked in the door from work one night. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She grabbed my pink frilly apron strings. I turned off the stove and sat down at the table next to her.

"I sucked Pete's big cock today" she blurted out with a grin.

"What? Really?" I wimpered as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Don't be lime that baby, you had to have known eventually I would need a real cock to fuck me" Jen said pulling me close.

"You are a good little sissy husband. But you wear panties and love to suck on my cock" Jen said she tossled my now long hair.

"You really need to go to the salon and get this styled" she said changing the subject. She let me go finish dinner. But came out naked a few minutes later.

"I am so horny, come eat my pussy" she told me. I dropped and did as she asked. She was so wet. I knew she was thinking about Pete's cock. After I made her cum she rushed back to the bedroom and returned with the strapon. This time with a toy shoved deep inside her she bent me over the table and drove all 8 inches deep into me with one thrust. I moaned and cried as she pounded away till I came all over the table.

"Lick it up, faggot lick up all HIS yummy cum" Jen said pushing my face into my mess.

The next day Jen was late coming home. When she did she rushed in stripping as she did. She pulled me to the floor and sat on my face. Immediately a huge glob of cum dropped into my mouth. Jen ground on my face as I consumed what I figured was Pete's load he had pumped into her. Jen never said a word. But twice a week a was fed a cream pie from her freshly fucked swollen pussy.

Jen pressed me to wear my REAL clothes whenever I was at home. My wardrobe had grown to include a dozen dress, skirts, low ride jeans and blouses. Not to mention stockings, garters, even a girdle. My hair was cut so I could curl it and it would look very femine or straight and seemed more masculine but not sure many really believed it any more. A few of the woman at work had noticed a bra strap. Or that my slacks where actually ladies.

Jen had several lovers. Over the next year. But it was our vacation to Hawaii that I really gave up any hope of being a man again.

"You are not bringing any boy clothes" Jen informed me as she showed me my new bikinis. One was hot pink the bottom a thong the top if I had tirs wouldn't of covered much. The second was bright yellow tied with strings "for easy access" Jen laughed. Jen had made all the arrangements. I was surprised to see she had booked adjoining rooms.

"You are going to want your privacy" she informed me. The first night she dolled me all up in a mini skirt and a tank top and took me to a gay bar. Immediately I had some guy buying me drinks. When he asked me to dance Jen answered for me pushing me into his arms. On the dance floor he had his hand under my skirt. I rested my head on his shoulder as he played with my dick.

"I never been with a man" I told him. He led me put of the bar I even forgot about Jen. I was sucking his cock as he drove to the hotel. I was so proud as I deep treated him and swallowed every drop of his cum. When we made it to bed I laid next him kissing him. Again he started to stroke me.

"I don't want you to" I told him. I want you to fuck me use me. But don't." He seemed to understand even if I didn't. And he did exactly that he fucked me. Twice that night and in the morning fucked my throat. But denied anything but teasing me. I did cum while he fucked me the second time. He seemed made at me and made me lick the sheets clean. After he left I went Jens room to find her on bed with two men. I quietly lifted the covers and licked her cum leaking used cumt. She rubbed my head as I did. One of the guys woke whole I was doing this.

"Just my fairy little husband" she told him and started to suck his cock. I quietly went back to my room. I went back to the same bar alone. This time I met Dean. Dean taught me about disapline. I spent the whole vacation. Learning to obey and worship him. Jen even watched as he had me suck his beautiful cock right in the open on the beach. While I wore my little pink bikini.

Jen and I are still married and I serve her however she desires. But I have Master Greg. Who I drop everything to make sure he is satisfied.

[captainlondonman]

HAIRY GREEKS

It was meant to have been a romantic holiday in Greece in a small fishing village, just Nick and his boyfriend Ron. But with days to go Nick was dumped. It was either cancel the holiday and lose all the money or just go for it and have a holiday on his own with some sun and sea. Nick decided better to get away rather than moping at home. Anyway Ron had been good fun but the sex had only ever been OK. He was probably best out of it he thought to himself as the plane landed in full sun and he could see the sea sparkling below the aircraft window.

The local bus arrived in the village where there were only a couple of tavernas and a local general shop  but it had character and he could see a couple of fishing boats moored up in the small harbour. His B&B was small and charming and he thought that Ron would probably have turned up his nose at the simplicity.

‘Fine for me and anyway I will be out in the sun most of the time,’ thought Nick.

He wandered down to the harbour and saw on one boat, three fishermen mending their nets, all wearing cut off denim shorts. They were about the same age as Nick but looked liked bronzed Adonis. Strong muscular tanned chests covered in thick black hair, their legs very hairy. They all had beards and strong wavy black hair.

‘Christ,’ thought Nick,’ in London they’d have everyone in the bars clambering over to get to them. Shit hot.’

Just looking at them Nick could  feel his cock growing in his shorts. One of the guys turned and Nick was riveted by how hairy his back also was, the hair vanishing into the crack he could see the top of off his arse..

They must have been aware that Nick was staring as they turned and waved at him. Nick sheepishly waved back and quickly turned round as when he looked down at his shorts he could see the outline of his hard cock, stretched across the front of his shorts.

As he quickly walked back to his room he let his T shirt fall over his bulge. His stiff prick would not go down as he kept thinking of those 3 Greek gods and all that black hair from the top of their head to the inside of their shorts. The moment he got into his room the pressure to cum had caused a small stain on his shorts. He undid the zip and forced out his long hard cock. 

‘Shit I never felt as horny as this with Ron’ he said looking down at his cock, the foreskin having eased back to show his gleaming head with the precum just beginning to ooze out the tip.

Letting his shorts drop to the floor he placed his hand firmly around his shaft, he could feel it throbbing as he closed his eyes and thought of the 3 hairy Greek fishermen. He imagined what large cocks they might have and how much he would like to suck them. He thought of himself with hardly a hair on his chest as being like them with a thick mat of hair, a full beard, having dark back hair that went down and covered his bum. The more he imagined these 3 men the more he thought of himself as being hairy. He rubbed his hand quicker and quicker up the full length of his shaft arching his back so his erect cock was almost vertical. With his other hand he massaged his nipples, sending a wave of electricity through his body down to his cock. 

‘Let me suck you guys’ he shouted as with one final rub of his hand , and breathing deeply his cock erupted thick white cum across the floor.

‘Fuck that is the best wank I have ever had. Being here on my own is not so bad when I have these guys to look at.’

He knew he could not stay away from the harbour and the next day he arrived just as the boat was being tied up and the three guys were in their rubber and plastic fishing gear.

‘Christ they must be sweating in all that with this heat’, he thought, thinking of their wet armpits, and body odour.. He was sitting far enough away so not to attract much attention but them he saw one of them beckon him over. Not sure if it was him they wanted he looked around but realised it was in fact him. As he walked over the guys were stripping off and hanging up their gear. All three were in their underwear, all white, and brief and as he approached he could see all their bulges and thick black pubes

‘You alone?’ the head one shouted

‘Er yes’

‘You come on board. We see you looking at us. On holiday?’

‘Yes’

‘Good. Come on and we play cards. I am Elias. The others Dimitri and Georgio.’

As he said this so Nick saw he gave his crotch just a light grope.

‘Good we play cards and drink beer. You like? We go inside’.

Nick got on board and the 4 went into the cabin where he could smell the heat and sweat of the 3 guys. Having worn the rubber gear they had sweat running down their chests which gleamed, with drops of sweat from their nipples. Even the band of their underwear was soaked in sweat. He noticed closer at hand that their underwear had large piss stains, the piss now moist.

‘You sit at table and we play. You like a beer?’

‘Yes please.’

The three fishermen sat around the table so Nick was able to see all their hairy chests, their thick forearms, their large hairy hands, hair on their chest rising up to meet their beards and in the case of Elias the hair stood out on his shoulders. Elias had his hair scraped back into a pony tail the other two looked like shaggy dogs, their curly hair tumbling down over the foreheads.

‘This is good for cards. 4 of us. ‘Georgio said ‘better four men together’

Nick could feel his cock stirring under the table as he looked around him.

As Elias rubbed his hand over his chest to smear the sweat, he looked at Nick and said.

‘You only one wearing shirt. I think you take off.’

Nick felt very self conscious but took his shirt off to reveal his hairless chest. It was in good condition but not a hair to be seen.

‘You guys have no hair, eh?’

‘Sorry. I have always wanted to have a hairy chest like you but it’s not happening. I can’t even grow a proper beard’

Elias stretched across and touched Nick’s chin. He thought he would have an orgasm there and then

‘Yes you very smooth. All men should have beards. More manly.’

Elias could see Nick looked a bit embarrassed so said

‘Lets start playing cards’

Not quite sure of the game they were playing he kept losing but the beer continued to flow and he felt more and more relaxed with them. Most of the time they spoke Greek and Nick wished he could speak the language.

Eventually Dimitri put his cards down and said’ I think we finish, but the loser needs to pay, ‘his eyes glinting at Nick

‘Yes’ Elias said, ‘Nick you need to pay as you lose’

‘I’m sorry but I don’t have much money on me. How much are you wanting?’

‘We not want money. You go under table to pay.’

Not sure what he was meant to do Nick slipped under the table waiting to be told.

There was nothing to tell. As Nick got under the table so the three fishermen took down their stained underwear and as they did so three large dark brown cocks sprang up almost hitting the underside of the table.

‘Shit’ thought Nick, ‘it’s like cruising in a public toilet which I love, seeing a guy slipping his wet erect cock through a hole. Now I have three to work on at  the same time. All thick sticking out of a forest and black pubes.’ 

Georgio and Dimitri had started stroking the length of their shaft but Elias put his hand under the table and pointed to his hard dick.

‘I am first’ he said from above.

Nick put his hand around the shaft and brought his mouth to the tip of the cock. He could almost taste the sea water as he ran his tongue around the pulsating head. As the saliva built up in his mouth he moved the wide open mouth further in so it then covered the head. He wanted Elias to enjoy being sucking by a hairless guy and know he could suck as well as any of them. Nick moved his hand further up the shaft as his mouth moved further so he could start taking the full thick shaft down his throat. He wanted to gag with the size of the cock but knowing there were two other cocks to service he wanted to take them all. Elias put his large hands under the table and took hold of Nick’s head

‘You take all boy. All the way down.’

He drew Nick’s head further and further up the full length of his dick and Nick could feel it slipping further and further back and as it did the taste of sea water started to be mixed with precum.

Nick could feel Elias start to groan and as he furiously sucked the cock and let his hand doing some wanking the groaning grew.

‘Fuck, Nick I come, take all’

And with that Elias unloaded his spunk in fast thick waves down Nick’s throat, so much that he could not swallow all the salty white cum, Some oozed out from his mouth and as he drew his mouth out, Elias was not finished, another heavy line of cum shot across Nick’s face, the cum running down his nose and cheeks.

‘Now me,’ Georgio said. ‘I wank while I wait for you but you take all from me now.’

As if on auto Nick moved round to face Georgio’s cock almost covered with his hand from stroking. Nick lifted the hand away and moved his mouth in. He was now hungry for cock. Georgio’s was slightly smaller but if anything more wide . Sucking Elias had allowed his mouth to prepare for almost any dick size. Because his mouth was still full of Elias’s cum it made it easier to let the full cock slide down the back of his mouth and then he started gobbling, moving his head back and forth almost allowing the cock to come just to the edge of the head before thrusting back in again. Nick grabbed Georgio’s thighs so he could balance and allow his mind to concentrate to getting Georgio to cum. He wanted cum everywhere, down his throat across his face and eyes and down his chest.

‘Shit man you suck great, I cum take it all I have much cum.’

Nick could feel the cock throbbing more and more and could sense the load leaving his balls and surging up the shaft into his mouth It was even thicker and saltier but there was loads and as Georgio came so Nick let his mouth slide back to have as much cum spill all over him. As Georgio leant back in his chair groaning with pleasure so Dimitri shouted

‘Hey man you keep best for last so suck me now.’

Dimitri waved his long cock in front of Nick’s face

‘Take it’, he shouted

But Nick was already in position grabbing the big shaft and taking it into his mouth. Now he had the mix of 2 loads of cum and his saliva to let the cock in and move down the back of his throat. Dimitri had wanked while watching the effect of Nick’s blowjob on his two mates and was already so worked up knowing what Nick was doing under the table.

‘Fuck man you make me so horny I am ready to shoot all into you’

Nick wanted every last drop of his third blow job. And stopped for a second to say

‘Shoot man’ before covering his mouth over the bulging head.

‘I cum, take it all’ and with that Dimitri spewed out thick white cum into Nick’s mouth and down his chin.

As Dimitri came Nick who had been building up his own cum did not even need to wank himself. It happened simultaneously . he was so worked up he needed to off load and his spunk sprayed across the legs of the me,

Elias said ‘You pay us well young hairless man. We not think you do so well. Batter than us. Here take this towel and clean yourself.’

Getting out from the table Nick cleaned himself and looked at his three Greek gods. ‘Shit they are amazing he thought to himself. Just as I would like to be.’

‘Maybe you come to play cards and drink beer again. Make sure you always lose. Now you go as we must sail to catch fish. See you soon hairless one.’

Nick stumbled back to his apartment hardly able to believe that he had just sucked off three hairy Greek men. He just knew he wanted all their spunk as swallowing it might make him a bit more like them. He looked at his body and though in good shape he had no body or facial hair no deep tan . Christ he wanted to be the fourth Greek with them.

‘No point in wishing’ he murmured to himself.

The next day all he wanted was to get back to the boat and see the guys again. He did not know if they would want a repeat but his whole body was ready for action and his cock was semi hard as he walked down to the port. Elias was on board in his waterproof trousers, his upper body bare and shining with sweat, the hair matted against his broad tanned chest.. He waved Nick over to come on board.

‘I thought you come back my friend. I think you liked yesterday. You suck well and you like our spunk.’

‘Yes ‘replied Nick. Y’ou are all amazing and when I look at the three of you I wish to could look like you, all tanned, dark  and hairy.’

‘We need another man but must be a real Greek.’

‘So not me?’ Nick joked

‘Who knows,’ Elias smiled back.’I think much of last night and every time I get hard.’

As he said this he put his hand down to rub the waterproof crotch.

Nick could see it was tenting inside the rubber trousers.

‘My cock become hot inside the rubber, I need to take out so you come inside with me.’

Seeing the bulge in the rubber had Nicks cock at full length forming his own good sized bulge in his shorts.

‘Last night you suck today I fuck you. Just you and me, the others away. ‘Elias turned Nick round and brought his hands round to unzip the shorts and roughly pull down the shorts and pants together.

‘You got good arse. I like hairy bum but smooth OK for now.’

He pressed himself against Nick and he could feel Elias’s cock encased in the rubber tight against him. The feel of the rubber with the cock inside sent a shiver through Nick. He wanted that cock out of the rubber and into his arse. He could feel the sweaty hairy chest rub against his back and Elias’s bearded face nuzzle into his neck.

Taking one hand away from Nicks front but leaving the other grasping his shaft he undid the rubber trousers. Nick could feel that it was difficult to ease the cock out and felt Elias groan as it sprang out against Nick’s arse.

Nick could feel the hand going up to his mouth to smear and large gob of spit that he then rubbed along the length of his cock.

‘You bend over table. You like table I think. Last night you suck below and today I fuck you on.’

Nick ached to feel the cock he had sucked inside him. With his spare hand Elias widened his cheeks pushing his cock into the crack. Nick could feel the head searching for the hole which was now moist and waiting. Suddenly the cock and hole met and Nick pushed his arse out to take the head. As the cock entered so Nick let out a groan of pain.

‘Christ you are big Elias’

‘I take time for now, so you have it all. Relax you will like when all inside you’

As Nick breathed deeply his whole body yearned to have the Greek inside him up to the hilt and even beyond.

‘That is better Nick , now you want my big cock .’

Nick pushed his arse out further as Elias leant further into Nick his cock now sliding up a welcoming hole. Suddenly Nick felt Elias’s bushy pubes against his arse and he wiggled feeling their power and coarseness.

With his cock fully up Elias took his hand up to Nicks face and turned it round so their lips met. Nick thought he would faint with the tongue searching deeply and the feeling of Elias’s thick beard against his face

‘You like my hair I think.’

‘I love your hairy body brushing against me , your pubes up against my arse and now feeling your beard almost covering my face. Fuck me man let me have all your spunk that I did not take last night.’

‘You want fuck I give you fuck.’

With that Elias moved his meaty hand down to pull Nick into him around his waist. ‘Now I ram you.’

Nick kept pushing his arse back every time Elias pulled his cock partially out, wanting to feel if right up him.

‘Now you get quick cock. No relax time. Let me take your cock you come at same time as I explode

Elias now worked Nick’s shaft roughly with his hard hands jerking at the shaft as he rammed his cock in and out at quickening speed. Nick groaned louder and louder as the cock was fully up him so he felt the hairy pubes as well as Elias’s sweaty body rubbing against his back

‘You have good hole Nick. Perfect for my cock’

‘Just fuck the hell out of me Elias I want to feel your spunk shooting up inside me. I want to feel a Greek inside me and so I can feel hairy like you. Fuck me man. I am ready to shoot.’

Elias could feel Nicks cock throbbing hard and the mass of precum on the tip of his cock as he wanked him hard.

‘Good we both cum’. One man shot up the arse the other a full creamy wad across the table. They both groaned with their climax and their bodies sank against one another both full of sweat.

Elias withdrew and flung the crusty towel from last night. ‘This has much cum now it has more’ he winked at Nick. Now we have a beer.

As they looked at each other Nick said ‘I have never had such good sex.’

‘Of course you have sex with Greek men. We are the best.’

‘I feel so wrong’ Nick replied. ‘I want so much to look like the three of you, be hard and muscular and especially dark and hairy. To me you are like Gods and I want to be one as well.’

‘So you really like us hairy men?’

‘You bet, ‘Nick said

‘Would you like to be a fisherman like us?’

‘If it means being with the three of you then the answer is yes. What a life. On the sea and always fucking’

‘Yes it is good life but would you like?’

‘I would more than like, I so want it. I hate my smooth body and ever since I saw you my cock is almost permanently hard, that is how much I want.’

‘Maybe you should try some of our fishing gear. You like.’

‘Well it will not make me like you but yes I will try.’

‘I think you will be surprised but let me give you something that I think you like’

Elias left the room for a minute and cam back with bib fronted rubber waders.

‘These good for fishing, waders and go up your chest. You like to try?’

The idea of wearing a rubber half suit knowing a Greek had been wearing was too much of a temptation.

‘I sure would’

‘I tell you if you try on then it is yours. You want to be Greek so I think.’

‘I do not have to think Elias. I know what I want.’

‘Good I am glad’

Nick stepped into the boot part of the waders and felt his feet a bit small and slowly he pulled up the upper section the rubber sliding up over his erect cock and the coolness of the rubber against his arse. Again it felt a bit big but the smell and feel of the rubber was all that mattered. He lifted the braces up over his shoulders and for a second felt a shiver of excitement. Suddenly the shiver changed. It was as if his body was on fire the blood rushing through every pore of his body. He felt light headed but above all hot. It was not painful in fact it felt even more exciting. His heart was beating faster. He could hardly speak. Except to say.

‘Elias I am feeling a bit different’

‘Good , now start looking at your body.’

Nick looked down at his arms. They were no longer smooth, his skin was changing colour and becoming more and more tanned and not just tanned but black hairs were sprouting fast all the way down from his shoulders, even his shoulders were covered in thick black hair. Also his arms had expanded to show large muscle and his hands looked big with dirty nails as if he had been fishing, he looked into the bib and saw his chest was also a deep tan but the black hair now spread all the way down his chest and around much larger dark brown nipples, real large, proud nips. He brought his new hands up to his face which almost felt slightly itchy. Why? He then realised that he had a thick rough beard which did not stop at his neck but continued down to meet the hair of his chest. He was a bear, seeming hairier than the three Greeks. He took his hand up to his head but his hair had gone, it was now smooth and shaved but his eyebrows were thick.

‘I’ve changed Elias. I am now even hairier than you’

‘It is what you wished for’

‘I feel amazing’

As he said this so there was another rush of blood which almost made him faint as he closed his eyes to take any pain. But there was no pain. As he opened his eyes for a few seconds he could string a few words in English but the language was leaving him. Instead he started thinking in Greek and only Greek.

‘Welcome Nicos’, Elias said. ‘Our new fisherman.’

Gone was the smooth bodied Nick, now it was the rough hairy Greek Nicos. He had wanted to look Greek but now he more than looked Greek, he was Greek. Rough and ready fisherman.

‘Before we sail, Elias there is something I want.’

‘What is that Nicos?’

‘I want your arse.’ As he said this so Nicos rubbed his hand over the rubber wader suit.

‘You can see my big cock in the rubber but I want to fuck you.’

Elias stared at the bulge. ‘Christ I have given you a big thick one.’

‘You like big and thick Elias and you can take it all.’

Nicos undid the braces and let the top fall to the top of the waders. As he did so his cock sprang out showing a heavy cock with large vein running down the length and a gleaming thick head. Great weighty balls hung low.

Elias preferred to fuck as the captain but did not want to see a cock like that go to waste. He could feel his arse itching to be opened and split by the monster which stood almost vertical from the mass of black pubes.

‘Now you bend over the table and let me spread those  big hairy cheeks of your arse.’

Nicos spread a large double gob of spit over his cock and pressed the head against Elias’s hole

‘Get ready I’ll almost split you but you will love it when in.’

With his hands keeping Elias’s hairy cheeks wide apart he pushed the head in as Elias gave a sharp gasp of pain.

‘Be a real Greek. We all fuck men and get fucked. You be a man.’

Once Elias relaxed so Nicos moved his cock further and further in.

Just at that moment the doors opened and in walked Dimitri and Georgio.

‘Fucking hell what is going on here and who is this?’

Elias looked up.’ This is Nicos who you may remember as Nick. He so wanted to be a Greek like us so this is what you see. Now he joins us on the boat’

‘Christ what a change ,you did well Elias. He is amazing. Big and rugged just what we need and I can see he has one hell of a cock’

Nicos said. ‘Yeah look at my dick but let me see yours. That will make me more horny fucking.’

He hardly needed to ask as the two men quickly unzipped after rubbing their crotches and took out their erect dicks.

‘Not bad for two Greeks. So who is going to fuck who? I want to see another fucking.’

Without hesitating Georgio grabbed and turned him round.

‘I get to fuck you Dimitri.’ 

‘As long as you fuck me and I can watch Nicos fucking Elias. Nicos fuck side on so I can see your tool slipping in and out of Elias’s arse.’

‘You do same Georgio as I love seeing cock fuck.’

It took no time for Dimitri to bend over and take Goeogio’s throbbing prick. As Georgio rammed his cock in so Dimitri started wanking his dick getting more and more excited as Nicos ‘monster of a dick slid in and out of Elias’s arse

‘Four Greek men fucking each other. This is what we have done for many years and we are the best. Good rough hairy men enjoying each other .Men fuck other men best.’

Elias had his hand over his cock now watching the way Dimitri wanked and he followed the same rhythm. Nicos had his hand around Eliass waist with his fingers digging deep into the thighs as he pushed so his grunting became stronger.

‘I want to see you all coming. All our cum spurting up bum or on table.’

‘Fuck harder Georgio, let the man have it. I fuck the life out of Elias. ‘Each man looked at all the other cocks and each one got nearer and nearer to cum

‘Fucking hell we do this every day now we are 4 .’

‘Don’t worry,’ Nicos said ‘I fuck you all with my big dick. Now let us shoot, oh fuck I’ ready.’

With that and one final push so his dick was fully into Elias and the forest of black pubes rubbed against the hairy bum, Nicos shot his load inside, Elias feeling it would almost come out of his mouth. Feeling the cock so far in was enough for Elias to orgasm across the table till his cum hit Dimitri on the other side who seeing the waves of cum shed his load across to Elias. With so much cum around and one final groan Georgio shot his spunk into Dimitri.

All four collapsed and at first smiled and then laughed.

‘I don’t know if we do much fishing now.’

‘First we fuck and then we fish.’ Nicos said

‘That is more important ‘Elias replied.

[chez-cinnamon]

Regarding the clothes ask what style of clothes would you think everyone would naturally lean towards?

I’ll probably get to sketching them at some point but:

- Pomni leans towards a mix of casual and elegant, depending on what the event of the day calls for; if it’s a more casual day like hanging out in the bedrooms or going out to the carnival or lake, she opts for vivid primary colours (with purple accents to represent Kinger lol), shirts/sweaters with big puffy sleeves, comfy pants and butterfly shaped ribbons. She also sometimes just wears her jester hat as if it were hair bc she thinks it’s funny sometimes. When the day calls for something more elegant and regal, she likes to wear smoking suits, lots of dark purple fabric to accent red, blue and white accessories or pants, hair often styled into braids or buns. She gravitates more to feminine suits than dresses. She also has a liking towards leotards due to how freeing movements are.

- Kinger and Queenie are more traditional with regal aesthetics. Kinger’s wardrobe is more samey with frilly boleros, elegant corsets and waistcoats, fancy tight pants that are still good enough to run around in, even some knight armour thrown in sometimes, all in different shades of purple. Queenie’s wardrobe is full of various elegant dresses and smoking suits, more modern and complementary to her figure, a lot of florals, tight around the legs, as well as leotards to match Pomni, all in red. They both share lots of golden accents and accessories, and they both have some more casual clothes and gardening attire.

- Caine’s wardrobe is always growing, as he’s starting to learn a more casual style. He loves his basic red and yellow ringmaster look and the variations he has, but he enjoys cozier clothes on slower days. He likes sweaters, sweater vests, dress shirts, cardigans and slippers, he loves feeling cozy!! But he shares similar tastes to Kinger as well.

- I HC Ragatha as being a farm girl before she got sucked into TADC, so a lot of her outfits are very inspired by cottagecore and farmer’s girl outfits: flowy dresses, summer hats, floral shirt tied up into a crop top, the whole nine yards. She likes a lot of her outfits in pastel blues, covered in patchwork of all sorts.

- Jax likes 2000s casual fashion and streetwear. Think the skater boy next door: dirty sneakers, graphic tee over a long sleeve white shirt, baggy pants with chains on, beanies and necklaces. He also likes a lot of hoodies and sweatpants, all in purples, pinks and yellows.

- Gangle gives off big ballet girl vibes with a mix of Japanese subcultures. Oversized shirts to wear as dresses, jackets that look way too big on her, outfits akin to ballet attire, lots of ribbons and pastels mixed with neon colours. I also HC Gangle as genderfluid, bc I love how masc she looked in the Japanese TADC cafe advert, so I can see her in blockier clothes like her attire from that ad but still retaining that ballet/kawaii vibe. Also a fun fact about GM!Gangle’s outfits is that a lot of them are long pieces of ribbon that can attach to the back of her mask and wrap around her to form a more solid body and outfits, but she still wears regular clothing bc it’s not really warm only wearing ribbons.

- Zooble is a HUGE fan of scenecore aesthetics, as well as emo culture and maximalist fashion. Like with their Zooble parts, anything can go; they like to layer clothes, clash patterns, customise their parts with mementos from adventures, create hair-like extensions to wear on their head. They don’t have any colour preferences, they accept anything lol

[tamayula-hl]

Sorry I have skipped answering anonymous messages for a while 🫣

Thank you so much for all the wonderful sunflowers(Himawari)! 😭😭🙏✨🌻💕 (And sorry I'm always getting them and not spreading this joy to other people's inboxes 🙇‍♀️) I'll continue to have fun creating various Slytherins content 💪😌💕.

YESSSS! I want to draw more about Sakurako and I always want to draw something like an introduction sheet about the Seb x Sakurako ship, but there are so many other things I want to draw that those inevitably take a back seat 🤣. But I hope to draw Sakurako soon 💪.

Aww, that's a very great idea! I'd love to see Slytherins struggling with parenting for the first time so I'd love to draw about this one day 😭✨. I can just see Ominis looking troubled and flustered while holding the baby, and Seb at a loss after trying to look things up in a book that he doesn't understand and can't solve… 😏.

ありがとうございます！ I am very happy and honoured to receive such a compliment! I've been studying painting in my sleep lately, so it's a great relief to know that I'm growing thanks to your message!

Personally, I think that the less revealing swimming costumes of the olden days are attractive, but as an artist, it is more fun to draw sexy swimwear, so I would like to draw HL Girls like in the ending of Naruto! 🤣 I'd like to draw about them next summer 🤭

Thanks for showing me a great story! If I get a good idea to illustrate these in pictures, I'd like to draw them someday 🤭💕

I am glad to hear such compliments! Thank you! And ahh, I would very much like to see Ominis in that situation!🥹✨✨ It must be fascinating to see him realising that his partner's unusual voice and breathing is causing them to be injured, and then impatiently trying to treat it as calmly as possible..! I hope to draw this soon 😏😏😏.

In Japan, when drawing a character x OC, we sometimes use a representation without their eyes to show that the OC is a character with no particular backstory or personality (or we sometimes represent the OC as a pure white mannequin, without drawing not only the eyes but also the hair and skin colour)😌 To be honest, I've been struggling for over a year and a half now to decide whether I should or should not draw eyes on personality-less OCs 🤣🤣

Oh, I've been recommended that fiction by various people and would love to read it, but you'll have to forgive me for not having read it yet 😭😭🙏. I'm especially sorry that lately I've been concentrating on my painting studies, cutting down on sleep and food, and I haven't been able to read at all not only the works recommended to me, but even those of my friends I follow: …… I will definitely read those works when I have the mental capacity to do so! 🙇‍♀️

As a Japanese, I would like to draw the HL character in MahouTokoro uniform one day 🤭💪. I think it's supposed to be unclear if Mahoutokoro has dormitory groupings like Hogwarts, and from a Japanese point of view there are a lot of pretty weird things about Mahoutokoro and the Japanese wizarding world, but I enjoy fantasising about these… 😏💕

Of course! I love Japanese anime 😫😫💕. I especially love Naruto, I can't tell you how many fanart and fanfictions I've drawn over the past 20 years since I got into Naruto when I was 10 years old 🤣💕. Death Note and Crayon Shin-Chan are other Anime (Manga) that I've loved for years and years and have had a huge influence on me!

I am so glad you liked the 2024 Slytherins! I think I have discovered a new fascination for them by painting that picture! And I get dizzy just thinking about Slytherins with hair in the picture you sent me 😫🥵💕. They must definitely be cool with long hair too! Especially the long- hair Ominis, I've been wanting to draw him for a long time now🤭 I'll try to draw them with long hair one day 💪💪💪

In fact, just a year ago I drew about Seb like that, though maybe not quite the same 🤭 (https://www.tumblr.com/tamayula-hl/735330297365790720/the-boy-who-recognized-beyond-the-fourth) I like it a lot and your message makes me want to draw again about Seb and Omi who have realised the ‘truth’ 💪😏.

Raraa! The idea of collaborating Sanrio characters with HL characters was unexpected, but it would definitely be cute! ✨💕🤭 That cute but grumpy look of Badtz-Maru and Omi should be a good match… I want to doodle about them soon 🤣🤣

I'd like to draw it someday, and I'd also like to draw, for example, how Seb would look at Anne trying on a slightly sexier swimming costume… 😏😏😏

Perhaps you can find my work if you set it up as per the image below 😌

[trollbreak]

Have you considered. Eiteth Appari baby. 🐛

I think when ur mom is a goop based shapeshifter um. Ur appearance can be kinda shifty and inconsistent. But i also think this grub gives u the most affectionate little chomps

[jaybirdscoffee]

i love how my transition goals have shifted from skinny white twink with fluffy hair to big indigenous grill dad bear. truly a win for gender

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

If I was still in the "dating men" scene, I would start telling guys who complain that they can't get women to notice them that they should customize their character design more and add more interesting lore to their dialogue options

[swordmaid]

yves is soooo cute….. she will be experiencing catastrophic amount of horrors and despair later <3

[starlooove]

I already said this but if u make Aisha the tallest in ur fanart i hate u a lil

[quibbs126]

So I was on a walk and I was thinking more about the undead warrior character I just posted about. And you know what would make a good ingredient for an undead/zombie type Cookie? Mold. I mean, mold can grow on dead things and expired food, so it works for a character being revived after death. So that’s what I’m basing him on

Though I’m not sure if mold grows on cookies. Though I know it grows on bread and fruit, so maybe his original ingredient was one of those. I’m going with fruit, maybe he was originally Hollyberrian

Though I’m not sure what to name him. Mold Cookie seems way too plain, and Moldy Fruit Cookie doesn’t sound particularly intimidating. Another idea I had was Mold Knight Cookie, which I like, but also we already have Knight Cookie and Tea Knight Cookie, I don’t think we really need a third one. So yeah, not sure what to name him

[sabraeal]

Rarely Pure & Never Simple, Chapter 9

[Read on AO3]

Obiyukiweek 2023, Day 6: Free Day

Bright and early comes and goes with no sign of Obi.

Shirayuki nurses her morning tea at her usual place, hips braced against the sink and eyes fixed somewhere out past Nanna’s curtains. Or they would be, had any of her concentrated efforts to grow extrasensory powers in elementary school panned out the way she’d hoped; instead she’s stuck staring at ninety-percent frill, all that crocheted lace and starched lawn an impenetrable barrier to the outside, even if it only covers three-fourths of the glass. Nothing a quick bounce on her toes wouldn’t solve, but there’s no casual way to pop on tip-toe, no elegant way to stretch up over that homemade horizon that Nanna won’t immediately read as nerves.

And so she stands there with both hands wrapped around the mug, Felix the Cat tick-tick-ticking behind her. The reflection of his tail shimmers across the glass, a ghost of itself where the sun shines through. As long as she keeps her palms pressed against ceramic, it’s impossible to tell if they tremble.

But when the long hand gives one, tenuous tremble past nine o’clock, Shirayuki finally has to admit: he’s late.

“Oh, don’t wear that face,” Nanna chuckles, shuffling up to jog her elbow. And steep her own cup of tea, but that seems a secondary errand next to giving Shirayuki a hard time. “There’s no world under this sun where that boy stands you up. He’s just running a little behind, that’s all. Your father couldn’t read a clock to save his life either.”

Ah, she’d been hoping the furrow between her brow made her look serious and concerned, not…pouty. “I’m not worried about that.”

She might have been a few months ago, back when all this was new, and Obi’s interest seemed at best mystifying and at worst circumstantial. But with almost half a year under her belt, Shirayuki’s firmly aware of where she sits in the hierarchy of Obi’s personal cosmology: disturbingly close to the top, well above his own personal well-being, but somewhere just below food. Or, well, at least below Funyons.

“It’s just…what if something happened to him?” Her stomach clenches considering what sort of grim misfortune could befall him in the three miles between their houses. “You know, they say that the worst accidents happen just outside your own home. What if he—?”

Nanna clucks fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “He’s a growing boy, honey. The only thing that’s gone and happened to him is hitting the snooze button too many times.”

“No one presses buttons anymore, Nanny,” Shirayuki sniffs, taking a long sip from her mug. “Everyone’s got phones now, and there’s apps where you can even—”

There’s no time to inform Nanna of sleep rhythm tracking or blue light-induced wakefulness; no, she can’t even express that there’s different alarm sounds before reality frustratingly, inevitably resolves to favor her grandmother.

An ill-tempered groan is all the warning Shirayuki has before Obi’s jeep heaves to a stop at the curb. With a few more metallic grunts, it spits him out on the front walk, whole and intact, at least from where she stands. There’s a chance he might have a scratch or two beneath the thin fabric of his vintage tee, or maybe a skinned knee where the flames at the bottom of his trunks cast a shadow, but well— she probably shouldn’t hope that her boyfriend’s hurt himself, even if Nanny’s going to be unlivable over it.

“Well, would you look at that.” Grandad rests his arm right across the top of her head, squinting right over the curtain. “Positively occult, that’s what I say.”

“Oh, come on,” Nanna huffs, giving her tea a showy little stir. “That’s hardly anything at all. You should see what I can get up to when there’s a baby involved.”

“Not any time soon, I hope,” Grandad snorts, using his arm to tip her head back and remind her, “Don’t get any ideas there, pumpkin.”

Her tea hasn’t cooled a jot, but with one hand clapped to both, her cheeks are still the hottest thing in this kitchen. “Pa!”

It’s no use, Grandad’s already strutted right across to the front door, look all satisfied with himself for a joke well-executed. His hand settles on the knob for a long moment, tentative, like he’s waiting, and then with one swift turn, opens it with a flourish.

“Ah.” Obi’s hand drops from where he’s raised it, hooking it right around to scrub at the back of his head. “Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, young man.” Shirayuki rarely pities her father, but seeing Grandad turn that grin on Obi, she understand why he might have elected for windows as the main source of entry to this house. “Are you here to pick up some precious cargo?”

“I think cargo would be better behaved.” Obi’s head cranes around the corner, gaze sweeping the kitchen it can reach. “Is Shirayuki here?”

“And waiting!” Nanna’s wrinkled hand presses against her back, guiding her right to the door, tea mug and all. “You two have a good time now. Do you need me to put that in a cup for you, honey, or—?”

“I-I can leave it.” It squeaks out of her, nervous, and ah, last night had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but now when she looks at him—

God. Even now the scrape of his voice leaves tingles racing beneath the frail barrier of her skin, like static electricity waiting to be unleashed on the nearest metallic surface. I would have come for you anytime.

Shirayuki’s cheeks are already flushed, but she could swear the next flood of heat could sear them from the inside out, like a sunburn in reverse.

“Not too good a time,” Grandad tells them, a little arch, but she can see how a smile clings to the corner of his mouth, more teasing than warning. “Don’t need to hear about any trouble after the fact.”

Nanna swats his shoulder. “Oh, really! There’s going to be a hundred kids at this thing at least. How would they even manage to get up to anything in a crowd like that?”

“You must be getting old, Nan.” Grandad hangs from the door just like Shirayuki’s seen boys lean against lockers, giving her a cheeky grin and a wink. “Can’t remember the sort of things we used to get up to when we were eighteen.”

“Oh, hush!” Pink dapples her wrinkled cheeks, and she shakes her head. “All right, off with you two. I don’t need you getting any ideas from this old lecher.”

Grandad only smiles wider as they shuffle past him to the stoop. “I don’t think they’ll need any of my help with that, dear.”

The last thing she heard before the door shuts is Nanna’s huff, that sharp cluck of her tongue before she issues a warning, “Now, Dad…”

And just like that, the sound muffles, leaving only murmurs of her grandmother’s discontent— and the high points of Grandad’s laughter. It’s not long until she hears Nanna’s too, breathless and consternated, the last bastion against his charm. Shirayuki ducks her chin down, burying her smile in her shoulder. Nanna won’t hold out long.

“Man,” Obi sighs, a laugh bubbling under his words. “They’re exhausting.”

“Tell me about it,” she agrees, tucking a chunk of hair behind her ear. It’s only just long enough for a ponytail, and the front pieces keep trying to make a bid for freedom. “I think my heart stops every time they say we might be…”

Having sex. She can’t make herself say it. Can’t even make herself look at him, not when just last night she’d taken that picture he’s sent her and— and—

Please. It’s strange how vividly she remembers the words when she hadn’t ever spoken them out loud. All of it happened strictly in the confines of her own head. I want you. I want you inside—

Fingers slide between hers, gently squeezing as their palms come to kiss. “Hey,” he murmurs, his other hand reaching up to rub at his shoulder. “We’ll do whatever you want when you’re ready for it. I don’t care about what anybody thinks but you.”

It should be easy to tell him that it’s not about other people, and it’s certainly not about what popular opinion has them do behind closed doors, but— but about her. About what she had managed to imagine last night, all on her own, with only his chest and the hint of his erection to spur her on. About what she might be ready for if there was some way to— if only she could—

But she can’t. Not when she can’t even decide what it all means in terms of, er, readiness. So instead she just squeezes back. “I know.”

She dares a glance up at him then, taking in the faint circles around his eyes, the way his hair sticks up wildly from every direction. He must have just rolled out of bed and straight into his car.

“Sorry.” He scuffs his boot shyly on the stoop before hopping down, using their tangled hands to guide her after him. “I, uh…overslept.”

Shirayuki blinks at him, concerned. “Did you forget to set an alarm? I thought that you usually—?”

“Yeah, well, kinda slipped my mind,” Obi mutters wryly, stare pointed even from just the corners of his eyes. “I kinda had a big mess to clean up right before I hit the hay.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks prickle with heat, matching the tingle up her neck, and it’s a good thing he has his back to her to open her door. She doesn’t think she would survive if he could see her too. “That, um…makes sense.”

“And let me tell you, it was an even bigger one this morning,” he continues, so casual as she slips into the seat. “After I woke up to this.”

She glances up right into his phone’s screen, open to their messages. And there it is, in gray and white, I’m stuck

“O-oh,” she breathes, whole face so hot she’s sure it’ll crack to show magma beneath. “I, ah, forgot I sent that. I didn’t think you’d…”

See it, she doesn’t say. Because of course he would; even if he wasn’t awake to get it hot off the presses, Obi would never ignore her texts. And from the way he bends down, one hand braced on the back of her seat and the other on the dash, he’s not in any mood to forget it either.

“Too bad I missed it. I would have loved to help you.” He leans close enough her eyes cross to keep him in focus. “Only would’ve been fair after you gave it to me to so good last night.”

Ah, if he keeps that up, she might just erupt, the way kids in elementary school used to tease her. You got lava for hair, they’d always say, which suited her just fine. That’s how they drew Madame Pele in the books after all, and if it was good enough for her, then—

Obi’s gaze drops down to her lips, and, oh, well, that’s enough for her higher cognitive thoughts. “Did you…?” She licks her lips, nervous. “…Um, like that?”

“Kid,” he breathes, and that’s as much warning as she had before his mouth presses against hers, capturing her bottom lip between both of his. His tongue traces the shape of it, a gentle tease, a promise. Her fingers scrabble against the center console, trying to gain some purchase before she leans in, scraping them over his scalp.

“Jesus.” He pulls back, flushed. “Just…one second. Okay?”

She has enough presence of mind to whimper out, “Uh-huh.”

Obi jerks upright then, spine stiff and limbs loose like a marionette with a poor puppeteer, the tension of his strings all tangled. He shuts her door— gallant, like always; a gentleman, Nanna would hum, too pleased— but when he crosses in front of the grille to make for his, there’s none of his usual swagger. No flirtatious winks, no cat-like prowl that makes her flush, remembering the way those muscles feel like between her thighs. No, now there’s only a sense of urgency, a scramble to throw himself gracelessly into the driver’s seat.

He coaxes the car to a cough, its frame shuddering beneath her feet, still so stiff, not even daring to look at her.

“If you were a cat I’d take you to the vet,” she says, mild. “But I think they’d just tell me you had gas.”

That gets him to blink, to swing his head toward her. “What did you just say?”

“I was just wondering if something was wrong. I mean, if you were…” She hesitates, scrolling through her mental thesaurus until she settles on, “Upset? About something?”

“Upset?” It’s not a question, but a giggle, one that doesn’t so much bubble up as purr out of his throat, and ah, that probably shouldn’t make her toes curl or stomach drop, but here she is. “Kid, I…”

It’s with a sinuous shift that he leans over the gap between them, one hand cupping her jaw and coaxing her up to him. She doesn’t need much convincing; the second his fingers brush over the soft skin behind her ear she’s already reaching up, tongue darting across the space between them. He gasps against her; she drinks it down greedily, and the groan that follows, until he—

He pulls away. Again.

This time it’s not far, just enough to rest his forehead against hers, breath scattering enticingly over her lips.

“Last night,” he hums, breathless. “That was really good for me. So good. Distractingly good. All I’ve been thinking about this morning is how I wouldn’t mind if we” —he hisses, pained, and squirms back, hands gripping ten and two— “Ah, nope, never mind. That’s…we’ll talk about this later.”

Shirayuki blinks, head too clouded to keep herself from blurting out, “Am I in trouble?”

It’s no giggle when he laughs this time, throwing the car into drive. No, that one comes from a deeper place, one that thrums at the same pitch as something just beneath her skin, turning the space beneath her belly molten.

“Yes.” The gaze he turns on her is scorching, enough that every inch of her feels burned. “A lot of trouble. But…” He clears his throat, dragging his attention back out the windshield. “That conversation is going to have to wait.”

Her mouth is so incredibly dry. “Why?”

He snorts, like it’s funny, but she sees his grip shift on the wheel. “Because I can’t drive this car and make you come at the same time.”

“O-oh.” Her thighs clench tight, but that’s not help at all, not when he’s right here. “We could pull over…?”

“Kid. As tempting as that sounds…” The look he slides her makes her skin feel two sizes too tight. “We’re already gonna be late as it is. And the last thing we need is someone speculating what we needed the extra half hour for.”

It’s a reasonable reservation; the kind she should be concerning her with. The kind she would have been, if her body hasn’t suddenly informed her it’s been over two weeks since he’s touched her, a whole sixteen days since he last put his fingers insider her, and— “I don’t think anyone would notice if we’re only a little late.”

His narrow brows pitch toward his hairline. “That so?”

“I mean, we’ve been together for a while now,” she reminds him, voice only quivering with the barest tremble. “We’re old news. I’m sure that, er…”

“A certain friend of your will have an extremely detailed estimate of just what we could have accomplished left to our own devices?” he offers, a grin tugging at his lips. “One that, might I add, assumes quite a a few very complimentary things about my stamina.”

Shirayuki deflates, defeated. “Does that…bother you?”

“That Kihal thinks I could make you taste colors? Are you kidding me? I knew I always liked her for a reason. It’s just…” His grin doesn’t exactly fade, but the mischief leeches from it, leaving it a pale shadow of what it once was. “As happy as everyone is for us, I know some people…maybe didn’t think it would fall out this way. And I don’t want to…to feel like I’m rubbing it in.”

Zen, he means. Who had thought— who everyone had thought would, ah…

“All right.” She reaches over, squeezing his knee. He jumps, ticklish where she presses in. “Let’s behave, then.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “Can’t believe I argued for this.”

“It’s because you’re a good person,” she tells him. “A good friend.”

“No, he’s the good friend,” he mutters, pulling off onto the main road. “I’m just trying to deserve it.”

*

“Well, well, well.” Kihal slinks up jeep-side, taking the cooler Obi hands her from the back. “What’s this? Twenty minutes late and looking refreshed? Wonder what you two were up to.”

“Refreshed?” Shirayuki pants as she swings her beach bag over her shoulder, sweat dripping down her back like a popsicle left in the sun. Obi may not be old enough to drink, but by the title in the glove box, the jeep was. A pity that cars tended to age in dog years. It would have been nice to have the AC on a day so muggy not even the windows couldn’t cut the heat. “That’s a…bit of a generous read.”

“What did I tell you? Complimentary.” Obi snorts softly, shutting the hatchback. “Nice to know the girl thinks I could fuck comfortably on a Slip N Slide.”

Ah, now there’s a picture. “Could you? I mean, in theory.”

His eyebrows waggle in a more certain ‘no’ than any he could put into words. “Wanna find out?”

It’s the sort of tease that should have made her stammer and flush, pressure like a hand on her neck no matter how obvious he made the joke— or it would have, only a month or so back. But now she meets his mirrored lenses and just shakes her head, stifling a giggle. Her hair doesn’t budge from where it’s plastered to her neck and shoulders. “Nope.”

“Aw, kid,” he sighs, slinging an arm around her shoulder as they step under the trees. “Where’s the sense of adventure?”

It’s a short walk to where the seniors— former seniors; or if she really thinks about it, upcoming college freshman— have made camp on the shore, coolers and camp chairs taking up the small stretch of sand where the pine cover relents. It’s packed; if there’s not all two hundred plus of their graduating class here, then it’s close, most of them spread out on towels or splashing in the shallows

“Fyi, stay away from those coolers.” Kihal points toward four hard plastic coolers the size of a car trunk, cozened up under two extra-wide beach umbrellas. “Student Council’s covering drinks— at least as long as they last in this heat— but those aren’t ours.”

“Oh yeah?” Obi’s narrow eyebrows hike over his frames. “Who’s catering?”

Her mouth curls into a sneer. “Beer Barons.”

“Beer Barons?” There’s only a few restaurants in town, but Shirayuki’s pretty sure she’s never heard of that one. “Who’s that?”

Kihal huffs, arms crossing right over the band of her bikini top. “Oh, you know, the idiots who have been stealing from their parents’ mini bars and think that makes them master thieves?”

“What?” She stares at the coolers, nearly as large as the one in the pub’s basement. “That’s all alcohol?”

“Kid.” Obi’s mouth twitches. “Did you not know about this shit? It’s all anyone could talk about for months. This must be their big finale.”

“Their parents have got to know, right?” Kihal cocks a hip, skeptical. “I mean this is too much booze to be a coincidence.”

He snorts. “Oh, they’ve known the whole time. You think all those surgeons and stock brokers couldn’t put together why their mini fridges haven’t been stocked since October?”

“Mm. Good point.” She shakes her head. “Rich kids.”

“Pot,” Obi hums, mouth curling into a smile. “Kettle. Black.”

“Hey.” Kihal whips out a finger, prodding it into his chest. “I’m comfortably upper middle class.”

“I…” Shirayuki’s mouth works, but there’s nothing to say, not when she can’t recall a single thing about it. She’d been more concerned with passing in projects and sitting in on rehearsals and the brief moments Zen would scrounge up to talk to her; it’d been easy for everything else to just blur away like some aesthetic backdrop on a Christmas card. And then she’d slipped into Obi’s car and asked for kissing lessons, and well—

Well, sometimes it felt like her whole world could be just the two of them, if she let it. Less so now that he’s going to Lyrias— no need to try to fit a whole relationship into six months when they have another four years to fly or flounder— but it’s hard not just reduce her attention down to just those moments that are him and her and the way he can make her feel.

“People have been stealing alcohol?” she squeaks out, finally, weathering the wide-eyed stares Obi and Kihal turn on her. “From their own parents?”

Kihal’s quiet for a moment before she snorts, shaking her head. “You really do live in your own world sometimes.”

*

“So…” Shirayuki sits back on her heels, surveying the rumpled edge of her beach blanket. A few more tugs and it might lay flat, but she can’t muster up the gumption when getting it this far has sweat pouring down her spine, drenching the back of her cover up. “Is there anything besides alcohol to drink?”

“Uh, yeah, duh,” Kihal chuckles, spreading her legs out in front of her. “Student Council brought a bunch of soda and some Capri Suns. Should be right over there.” Her chin swings over to where there’s a couple of chest coolers— larger than what the Beer Barons have dragged out, but not nearly as nice— sweating in the sand. “But if that doesn’t move you, your jolly giant friend brought water or whatever. That’s in the bag over there, the soft one— yeah.”

Shirayuki flips open the lid, and there it is— probably twenty or so bottles fit so snugly together the ice has no place to go but on top, scattered in the small crevices between them. Heavenly, in this heat.

“Speaking of tall drinks of water,” Kihal hums from behind her, head propped up on her towel. “How’s yours?”

She blinks down at the Aquafina in her hand. “I…haven’t opened it?”

“Shirayuki, I don’t mean” —a hand flies up to Kihal’s forehead, accompanied by a groan— “I mean Obi. Your boyfriend! The guy with the great ass!”

That gets her to jerk up, scanning the crowd until she finds him crouched over a cooler. One of the alcoholic ones, she realizes, his grin wide as Mitsuhide warms up to the lecture he’s launched into, and well— she hadn’t noticed before, but now that he’s bent down, shirt shucked and swim trunks draw tight over his, ah, backside, it’s clear that they don’t leave much to the imagination. It doesn’t help that for all the stylized flames licking up from the bottom, the top is just a grayer shade of tan, and with it pulled so taut against him…

Well, even though she hasn’t seen him without his pants, she can take a pretty good guess at what he might look like under them now. Skin tone and all.

“So tell me.” Kihal rolls to her side with a smirk. “Is he proportional, or…?”

“Proportional?” She stares down at her, confused. “I haven’t measured, but it looks like his legs might be longer than his wing—?”

“Shirayuki,” she groans. “I mean, his dick.”

Her jaw drops, so dry not even a sip of water soothes it. “I don’t— I wouldn’t know! It’s only been a few months, we haven’t even…”

Seen each other naked. That’s what she means to say, except it gets stuck in her teeth, refusing to budge. Because Obi has, hasn’t he? Between taking off her shirt and getting her off with his mouth, her nakedness is a technicality. But she—

“Really?” Kihal stares at her over the rim of her sunglasses. “I know you said at graduation that you hadn’t done anything but…seriously? He walks around looking like god’s gift to women and you still haven’t torn off the paper?”

—She hasn’t returned the favor. Every glimpse of new skin from him makes her temperature rise ten degrees, and yet here she is, with some…dickphobia convincing her she won’t like the rest. It’s silly, she knows it is, but…

But it’s impossible to explain to someone like Kihal. To someone who knows how to want things.

“I’ve wrinkled the edges a little bit,” she admits slowly, twisting the bottle in her hands. “But I’m, um…savoring it, I guess.”

Kihal huffs, but it’s not judgmental, like she expects. Instead it’s playful, accompanied by a roll of her eyes and a grin. “I should have known. You let your ice cream melt before you eat all of it too.”

“Well, but that’s better warmer!” she protests, crawling back onto the blanket. “Isn’t it?”

“It really isn’t.” Kihal gives her a fond smile before she sighs, “Fine, take your time with him. But you better report back when you have answers. We’re best friends, you can’t hold out on me.”

“I will.” Even if they might be thirty when she does. “I mean, within reason.”

“No, no reason! I want to know every freckle or whatever. I should be able to picture his dick fully formed in my mind, no—”

“If you’re so desperate to know about proportions,” Kiki drawls, dropping down beside them. “Then you should know, Mitsuhide is.”

“God,” Kihal sighs. “I knew it.”

*

There’s a point— later in the day, of course, when some of her fellow former seniors have finally stated to filter out and the crowd thins— where it all becomes a little much. Where the sun and the heat and the nostalgia starts to tire her out, making her feel faded, like she’s bleached at the edges, frayed. This may have been her first year at Wisteria High, but she’s lived in this town her whole life, walked these woods more times than she can count. She even has pictures of herself standing in front of this very lake, baby fat still clinging hard to her cheeks.

The water laps around her legs, sun sinking from afternoon to evening, and all at once, she knows: it will never be like this again. That some of these people will say their goodbyes, and they’ll be gone from her life, forever. There will be high school reunions and chance meetings at the grocery store and social media posts, but—

But this is it. The end of an era. And here’s her, sitting at the end of the dock, tenaciously trying to cling to the last of it. Lingering like if she saves a few sips at the bottle of the bottom, her childhood will never truly be over.

At least, that’s what it feels like before something tan and lean surges up out of the pond, cold water splashing all over the tender skin of her thighs.

“Hey, Kid,” it says, tossing back wet hair with a predator’s smile. “Carrying something heavy there?”

She’d love to wrinkle up her nose at him, to give him a good, honest frown the way she used to when her wayward ASM would get up to no good, but for as much as there’s chaos in that grin, there’s concern too.

“Do you remember when we last came out here?” she murmurs, looking out across the water. “You dared me to skinny dip.”

Most of Obi’s submerged, his arms folded across the dock like a bowline around a cleat, but what she can see— every bit of it goes tense. “Yeah,” he rasps out, turning his head out toward the water. “Kinda…hard to forget.”

She blinks down, practically boring a hole through the whirl of his cowlick. “Really? You were…? Even then?”

“Why d’you think I was so eager to go in after you?” he grumbles, shoulders oddly flushed. “I kinda…listen, I didn’t really get what was going on with me when it came to you, but when you shimmied out of that skirt of yours—”

“You said you weren’t going to look!”

“I wasn’t looking! I was peeking.” Obi does a little bit of that now too, though his eyes skitter away before she can catch them. “It’s different. Anyway, I figured it out real fast. Too fast! Thought that freezing ass pond water would help. Which it did. Mostly.”

Her eyebrows raise. “Mostly?”

“Well, I might have caught a nipple too. You bobbed up a little when you splashed me, and uh…” He casts her a guilty look, though not an ounce of it seems sorry. “Well, it helped with things later. On my own. More than a couple times.”

There’s a prickle of heat between her thighs, enough that she has to clench to keep her head from spinning. “So you…? To me…? Then?”

“Ah, we don’t have to talk about me.” He lets his mouth hook into a smirk. “I think we should talk about you. And how you got stuck last night.”

“Oh!” That had been a conversation she’d meant to have on the ride here, a small victory she thought he’d be happy to celebrate, but now that his cheek rubs against the outside of her thigh, casual like he’s just wiping off a drip of water from his eyes, well— “You don’t need to, um…worry about that.”

“Hm?” His lips linger against the smooth flesh of her hip. “But I have been. All afternoon. Haven’t been able to” —her breath catches as one of his hands drops, tracing over her ankle— “stop thinking about it.”

A sigh trembles out of her, thin and helpless as his thumb smooths over the skin there, so sensitive she almost squirms. “You didn’t…have to…”

“Of course I do,” he hums, playfully taking the edge of her suit between his teeth. “It’s my job to make sure that you don’t get—”

“It’s fine,” she blurts out, hardly able to hear herself over the blood rushing through her ears. “I handled it.”

His jaw goes slack, her suit snapping back against her skin. “Come again?”

“I, um…” She swallows, ever part of her tingling under the intensity of his stare. “I got stuck, but then I, ah…got myself unstuck?”

“On your own?” he asks, strangely distant.

“Ah…” She nods, hoping he can’t see the way her hands tremble in her lap. “Y-yeah.”

A grin breaks out across his face, as bright as the dawn itself. “You wanna show me?”

Shirayuki stares. “What? Now? But there’s people—”

“We can solve that.” His hands wrap around her waist; her only warning before he drags her down, pond water splashing up around her shoulders before she can think to swim.

“Obi,” she yelps, hands scrabbling for his shoulders. She manages to hook one on her own, but he guides her to the other, pulling her close enough that her feet can rest right on his thighs. The muscles tense beneath her toes, hard as the pylons that serve as the dock’s mooring, and haah, well, the water’s a little warmer now that she’s got that in her head.

“See?” he hums, one hand gripping the dock to steady them. “Nice and private.”

She’d like to argue, but there’s no line of sight to the shore from this side of the dock; she’d have to bob up to even see the other one, positioned right across the lake, and well—

“We shouldn’t,” she gasps, fingers clutching tight enough her nails leave little crescent on his shoulders. “Not…not right here. Anyone could just…just swim over…”

The arm around her tightens, and Obi’s grin smooths to something more serious. “You don’t have to, kid. If this doesn’t feel good, then I’ll tease but not touch.”

Her toes curl against the flex of his thighs, and, ah, each lap of the water makes her aware of how close he is, of how much she would like to be touched. “I…um…”

“But…” He leans in close, his grin so wicked her heart skips a beat. “I think you’re into it.”

“O-obi!” It’s hard to hold the moral high ground when she’s so flushed it’s a surprise water doesn’t boil when it touches her. “That’s not…I’m not…um…”

“We’re not going to get caught.” It’s a promise when he says it, a certainty. “But…it still feels a little wrong, doesn’t it? That we could get caught. That someone else could see me touching you, and they’d know how good you get it, how good I can make you feel.”

She hadn’t thought it was possible to tremble like this and be so hot, for her to be fully submerged and yet know that she’s wet.

“Come here.” He parts her legs, wrapping them around his waist, leaving her wide open to him and yet still hidden from view. “Now no one can even tell, even if they do look this way.”

“Obi…” It’s not a no. God, it’s not even a yes; it’s a please.

His grip tightens around the dock. “Show me what you were doing last night. I want to see it.”

His free fingers drop between them, pulling aside the strip of nylon blend that covers her, and haah, the caress of the water against her folds has her hand diving between them before he can ask again.

“Jesus.” Black eclipses gold until only a thin rim of it remains, trembling the way his arm does as he holds them steady. “Kid…”

The pond’s hardly clear enough for him to see the way she drags her fingers over herself, so slick and ready that she tumbles into his hand more often than she manages to brush her clit, but it’s— it’s working, a few strokes bringing her close enough to that painful edge that she whines, head thumping back against the dock.

“Fuck, wait,” he gasps, mouth slack. “Tell me…tell me what you were thinking about. Last night.”

“Obi.” How can he expect her to talk when every bit of her longs to be consumed, when all she can think about is that she’s empty, and she could— he could— “You.”

“Good.” His grin is insufferable, but there’s something about it that makes her gasp, that makes her think about him laying next to her, just watching as he— “What about me?”

“Your picture.” She should be embarrassed, mortified that she’s even admitting to getting off just by looking at him, but it’s hard to remember when he’s so warm under her hand, when he’s looking at her like he can’t decide whether to kiss her or devour her whole. “It was— you were— hard. I wanted…”

A lot more than she’s ready for, she knows that even now. “I wanted it to be you,” she manages instead. “Touching me. In my bed. I thought about good your fingers are, and I—”

She nearly comes right there from the way he groans, forehead resting against her shoulder. “You like that? Me touching you?”

“Yes. And I thought about how I could— how I might—” She whimpers, frustrated, chasing that elusive high round and round, but finding no relief. “Obi, I need— more, please—”

“Fuck. Yeah, okay I” —he laughs, the sound muffled in her shoulder— “I got you.”

Two fingers thrust between her lips, but he doesn’t bat away her hand, like she expects. Doesn’t take over. No, after that first thrust he slows, following the rhythm of her slower strokes, fingers pumping into her with a languidness that has her whining against his throat.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, so low her skin shivers. “What were you think you could do?”

“I”—she’s so close it hurts, her voice barely eking above a whisper— “I want to touch you.”

It’s not the pace of his thrusts or the teasing of her fingers that pushes her over, oh no— it’s his face, the way his mouth goes slack and he flushes straight down to his shoulders, every bit of him vulnerable, every bit of him wanting. A whine escapes her, threatening a keen, but he swallows it as she trembles, pulling her closer even as his fingers never still, pulling each last thread of pleasure out of her.

When she’s done, they’re adrift. Or, well, at least no longer hanging off the dock.

“Well,” Obi chuckles lowly, letting her tortured swim suit snap back into place. “You didn’t do that alone, but I think an assist counts.”

A laugh bubbles out of her as she presses her head into his neck, self-conscious. “It’s just…better when you touch me.”

“Haah.” They’ve floated shallow enough that he can stand, and he does, nearly dropping her straight back into the water. “I’m glad to hear it, but uh…” He squirms, trying to unwrap her from his waist. “I think I got to, er…”

She blinks up at him, only clinging closer. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing! Nothing. That’s was…” His mouth curves, utterly satisfied. “That was great. I just…have something I should go take care of.”

“What do you—?” Something twitches against her, and ah, it’s an answer. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” His flush has faded to pink, but it’s still there, lingering. “And unlike you, it’s, ah, a little more obvious when I handle myself. So I thought I might…”

His head jerks toward the wooded part of the shoreline, lingering just a few elementary backstrokes away.

“Oh, you mean…?” It’s far enough from the beach that she doubts anyone else would be wandering through, but still, she frowns. “In there…?”

“Yeah.” He disentangles himself from her limbs, setting her down gently. “I’ll only be a minute.”

He draws himself up, water coming just under his hips, and ah, it’s not just his butt that those trunks don’t leave to the imagination now.

“Wait.” She catches his hand. “Obi…”

“Really, kid.” His eyebrows raise, emphatic. “It’s not gonna be long. You, ah…did a good job out ther.”

“No, it’s just…” She licks her lips. “Can I…come?”

He blinks at her, eyes so wide she’s sure they’ll fall out of their sockets. “I thought you just did.”

“I mean…” She stands up too, only up to her waist here, shivering when the wind blows over her. “I’d like to see you come again. Maybe even…help?”

His breath catches. “Ah, yeah.” His fingers squeeze tight around hers. “Yeah, I think that would be, uh…fine with me.”

[icewindandboringhorror]

sleepy mr baby + other random misc images

[welcometogrouchland]

I think the disconnect between canon Belos and (a certain genre of) fanon Belos is that in canon he is pathetic (in the dramatic sense) not sympathetic.

[fushitoru]

seperation anxiety! a (clan head) gojo satoru fic

pairing ⸺ clan head!gojo x wife!reader

summary ⸺ satoru begs you to attend a meeting with the higher-ups, but not for the reasons you thought. inspired by this art by @/baobei-bu!

warnings ⸺ SMUT, gojo is a warning by himself, VERY public sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied, no penetration, fingering, fondling, making out, panty-ripping, exhibitionism, kinda cucking but the only ppl humiliated and humbled are the higher ups, porn no plot, but plot if you squint, reader is a strong independent woman (until gojo charms her, bc who wouldn't turn into a cockslut for gojo?), this took me at least five hours to write for no good reason?, not edited (like always....)

a/n pls enjoy and thank u to the queen for making such delicious art (p.s. go to their twitter for nsfw ver i squirted)

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“Pleaseeeee,” Satoru has his face buried in your chest, nuzzling in further while complaining. It’s almost comical how he—head of the biggest clan in Jujutsu—is leaning down to match your height. You, meanwhile, stand firm, arms crossed, regarding him with a mix of exasperation and reluctant affection as he leans down to meet your gaze. “Will you come with me?”

The question comes as the dreaded meeting with the higher-ups looms, a gathering he's been dodging all day. It technically began ten minutes ago, and you barely managed to wrangle him into his formal kimono just twenty minutes earlier. You sigh, fingers brushing his hair. “Satoru, you know what they think of me. I'm not exactly their favorite person.” You’re both standing in the middle of your shared bedroom, you imploring him to be on time for his meeting to avoid getting even further shit from the higher-ups.

Mind you, you’re the more rational one between you and Satoru—in fact, most of the people who know you would agree that you’re a very mature, wise person in general (with the exception of some circumstances, of course). And despite the respect your skill commands, the higher-ups have never warmed to you, not since you refused to play a pawn in their games. Marrying Satoru, the one jujutsu sorcerer they could never control, only amplified their discontent. They see you both as threats—powerful sorcerers bonded in defiance.

At the mention of "higher-ups," Satoru's pout deepens, and his pleading voice grows more insistent. “Pleeeease,” he drags out, practically whining. “I have separation anxiety.”

You feel a pang of sympathy. These meetings are miserable for him—hours trapped in a room with men twice his age, trying to dictate his every move. “I don’t know, Satoru…” you murmur, hesitating.

But Satoru takes advantage of your softening resolve, hugging you tighter, his face pressing into you again. “Don’t make me go in there alone!” he says, his voice muffled. “You have no idea how much you silence them. One word from you, and they all think twice. I’m already one step away from wanting to kill them all.”

A sigh escapes you as you realize he’s not letting up. And while you’re reluctant, you know that your presence, your opinion—one of the few he truly values—might actually give him a sense of calm in that harsh room. “Alright, alright,” you concede finally, hand smoothing the fabric of his sleeve. "But no making a scene." 

His answering smirk is smug, giving you a fat, sloppy kiss on your cheek that you’re not afraid to show your partial-disgust about. You all but have to wrestle him off of you white he’s smothering you in kisses, getting out something about how much loves you, oh so thankful to have such a wise wifey like you as you get ready in a kimono similar to his and head to the limo waiting outside of the manor you and Gojo reside in. 

As soon as you get in, Gojo turns sharply to Ijichi, who’s shifting the gear. “Put the divider up.”

“O-Okay, Gojo-san.” A little intimidated by the commanding tone in your husband’s voice, he quickly presses the button to activate the screen, and Gojo pounces on you, grabbing you and hoisting you up by your sides to put you on his lap.

“Satoru!” you exclaim, surprised as he captures his lips with yours. His hands roam your body as he moans, almost obnoxiously, because he knows you’re always paranoid whenever he initiates anything in public. Your crotch aligns with his thigh, big and stuffed with muscle as he drives your hips to grind on him, and despite yourself and your circumstances, you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“My pretty wife,” he purrs, now trailing kisses down your jaw and into your neck. “So pretty, so supportive.”

Despite his dizzying movements, you try to get a hold of yourself. “Satoru, we shouldn’t be doing this here. We need to discuss what to sa—”

“Fuck that,” he sighs, so breathless that you want to cave in.

“No, but—”

His eyes darken, and his hands start creeping up your legs, going slowly and slowly closer to your pussy. “Baby, you know I value what you have to say,” and his fingers graze your folds, making you leak even more with his teasing, “but I wanna listen to something else.”

He drags his index finger up and down your slit, making you whimper. His fingers then prod into your hole, putting pressure there but not quite delving in. “Satoru,” you whine out, clutching his upper arms as he has his way while toying with you.

“Yea, that’s what I wanna hear,” he groans, giving you a kiss. It is then that he rewards you with inserting his digit in, curling to hit your spot as he fingers you. HIs other arm is around you, holding your panties’ crotch to the side to allow him to touch you. “My good girl.”

As he’s touching you, the squelching sounds fills the enclosure you’re in and you’re desperately praying to God Ijichi can’t hear the lewd things the both of you are doing in the back. You’re just reduced to whimpering, unable to reject Satoru’s dizzying touches, his free hand leaving your panties to grope at your inner thighs, ass, and breasts. It’s like he’s devouring you with his kisses, urgent, as he continues curling his fingers. 

Between kisses, you try to get out a “Satoru—mmph,” smooch, “we shouldn’t be—mm” smooch, “shouldn’t be doing this here!” 

“What,” he drawls, and with the glint in his eyes you know the fucker’s trying to toy with you, knows what he’s doing is mischievous. “I can’t touch my wife?”

Before you could utter a response, however, the limo suddenly slows, and the sensation of using the brakes to stop the car makes you sober up. “We’re here, Satoru we need to go—-” As you’re trying to rip yourself off his lap, he pulls out the finger that was inside you and uses his hand instead to entangle it with the crotch of your panties, pulling and pulling until the cloth is nothing but shreds, falling off your body.

Oh my god, you were not paid enough for this shit.

With his oh-so-irritating eyes—the same ones that you spent despising in your early school years—he looks at you through his pretty white lashes as he makes a show of sniffing the now tattered shreds that were your panties and putting them in his pocket. Under your kimono, you can feel your slick escaping your panties as the cool air wafts through it, landing on your pussy. You look at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

He giggles, giving you a kiss on the cheek while helping you off his lap, putting a hand on your head to make sure you didn’t bump your head against the car’s ceiling. “Let’s go and deal with those hags, my love.”

To be honest, you don’t really understand why Satoru is so handsy today. He’s on some sort of man-ovulation, you think, as you stride into the room. Even ripping off your panties was a bit excessive, if not out of pocket (no pun intended). Breaking out of your thoughts, you grounded yourself in the present, noticing hostile eyes turned towards your husband, and then you. You match their barely-subtle glares with a stink eye of your own, holding your chin up as you walk past them dismissively. Just as you’re about to take a seat next to Gojo—being mindful of your kimono so you don’t flash any of these old bastards—one of them speaks up. 

“Gojo-sama, why is this woman here?”

You continue to take your seat, noticing Satoru’s jaw clenched. But right as he’s about to say something, you cut in for him. “This woman,” and you smile, deceptively sweet, “is the lady of the clan. It would do you well to remember the hierarchy of the Gojo clan.” You don’t need to turn to look at your husband to know he has a proud smile on his face, making no effort to hide his smugness. What shocks you instead is that he swings an arm around you, effectively dragging you closer to him until you’re basically sitting on his lap, and his hands go to roam your sides.

Now, some old grandpa starts talking, commencing the meeting, on their usual bullshit of the need for extermination of Sukuna’s vessel, but Satoru pays them no mind. Instead, what they receive in response is non-committal hums as his hands drag themselves up your stomach and down where your legs are crossed to the hem of your kimono, and then under. 

Any semblance of paying attention to the meeting and responding to their infuriating beliefs leaves your mind as you blank out, panicking that Satoru is trying to commit public indecency with you. As an argument erupts between the higher ups about something, you turn to Gojo to furiously whisper, “What is wrong with you today?! Cut it out.”

In your life, you’ve fought many curses, first grade and even special grade included as you climbed up the ranks of Jujutsu sorcery despite having a non-sorcerer upbringing. What you will never be able to defeat, however, is your husband’s charm. Satoru knows what he’s doing as he lets out a deep moan in your ear, making you squeak and become even more flustered, as he continues to make lewd noises, puffs of his breath fanning across your neck. 

a/n gojo the type to start moaning randomly to make you fold #sorrynotsorry 

The indecency of all of it—-Gojo basically whimpering in your ear sweet nothings like good girl, that’s my wife, gonna let me finger you in front of all these ugly hags, right?—-being loud in your ear but also just quiet enough that you’d only hear made you so wet, heat throbbing between your thighs as Satoru’s hands start rubbing your fold. It’s a teasing touch, one not enough to satisfy you but to stimulate you nonetheless. 

It’s just when his index finger starts slowly circling around your clit that you buck your hips slightly, making him look at you teasingly, peering down at you from above your shoulder. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you?”

“I hate you,” you puff out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your neck as Satoru’s circles on your clit get more tangibly, simulating you oh so deliciously. To make sure you hold yourself up, you set your elbows down on the table, Satoru’s arms engulfing you as you’re forced to take whatever touches he’s giving you under the table. 

“She’s so loud,” he whispers, pointing out the noises your pussy was making as his digits roved over your folds. The squelches were tangibly there, audible to anyone who would strain their ears. You could tell your lack of response to the meeting was catching attention, because there were several eyes towards you, waiting for something; it was then you realized that they had posed a question but were simply too fucked out to respond. 

A voice comes out to reprimand your husband sharply. “Gojo-sama, this is hardly appropriate.”

Satoru chuckles, not stopping his ministrations as he picks up a cup filled with water, his smug gaze still turned towards you while observing and appreciating your every hiccup and reaction. “Can’t my spouse attend this meeting? I value her opinion above everyone else’s in this room, after all,” he drawls, lodging his chin in the curve of your neck. “Besides,” and he flashes a dangerous grin to the man who spoke out, “weren’t you the ones who were oh so worried about me not having an heir?” 

At this point, you’ve filtered out all noises, focusing and honing in on the sensation of your orgasm coming. His digits are playful, curling up to hit your g-spot repeatedly, his palm tickling your clit. Each time he hits your spongy spot a bout of electricity runs up your body, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“But guess what,” and he gives you a kiss on the cheek, despite the aversion the rest of the higher ups have to any displays of affection, “we can solve that problem right here, right now.” He punctuates it with a harsh sink of his fingers into your plush cunt, and, with that, you finally cream his fingers, a result of Satoru teasing you all day now. You try to temper the shakes wracking your body by slamming your fist against the table, trying not to moan out.

It seems that no one’s seen you riding out your orgasm out so visible, because there are gasps around the room at how obscene Gojo’s suggestion was. “It is shameful of you to be saying such things, Gojo-sama!” one of them sputters out, red with anger and outrage. 

Your husband not so subtly rolls his eyes. “Then don’t bring it up all the time, old man.” Satoru knows how touchy and vulnerable you are right after you cum, so he’s running his hands softly up and down your thighs to quell your quivers affectionately. “Actually, what about this? You all haven’t witnessed us consummate our marriage, correct?” He smirks. “What about witnessing the heir-making next time?”

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a/n pls see the vision like i want gojo to claim me and rail me into next tuesday while the higher ups just watch uncomfortably like maybe i am a freak like that. like gojo would be so obsessed with how he's claiming you in front of the fuckers that piss him off so much...might do a part two if pookiesa like this :P

comment and reblog to let me know ur thots :3